The Mind Of A Boy

THE MIND OF A BOY

On my mind is that rock waiting to be shattered
On my heart is that broken mirror waiting to be arranged
On my chest is that bass drum calling on its beater
On my head is that thought longing to be freed

What is heavy and light that bears no hurt
What is evil and good that beams peace
What is bold and weak yet it lightens way
What is calm and cold yet it’s strong – the mind

The serene arena of mass mixed with love
The scarcity of thought filled with abundance
The mere sight to insights
The vicinity of everything worth it


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